Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)

Thirty six: Wrath of the Popeye's chicken sandwich

TW!  EXTREME VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF DEATH AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING AHEAD!

A bright light shines into Y/n's eyes. A gruff voice barely penetrates her ears.

"Get up." The man yanks her to her feet, slapping a sticker on her back. It read '092'. He shoves her towards the people in the corner, who cowered at the sight of him.

'I should have stayed on the phone. What was I thinking? This is my mission now. I'm going to call for backup if anything happens' She fingered the small bracelet on her hand. Best Jeanist made her swap her mother's bracelet, so this one was cord with a small metal charm equipped with a tracker.

The man stomped over and grasped a woman by the arm. "You're up," He smirked. 

Y/n scrambles to be in front of the rest of the people. They shift away from her in fear.

"It's alright," Y/n whispers softly, making sure nobody can hear. "I'll get you all out, okay? I promise. Let me go first and you'll be safe,"

A little girl approaches slowly, carrying a teddy. "That's a super cute bear." Y/n tries to sooth the child. The girl grasps one of Y/n's fingers before hugging her and beginning to cry. The girl's assumed mother rushes forward and drags her back into the corner. Y/n's heart begins to crumble.

"I can show you that I mean no harm." Y/n removes her sunglasses and swipes away the hair in her face. She tosses the glasses across the floor. "There's a hero emblem drawn into the back frame. I'm an undercover pro hero here to bust this auction." A young man picks up the glasses warily and turns them as if he was going to put them on. In the dim light, Y/n could see his fingers trace All Might's emblem, and she could feel his sudden relief.

Good call on the glasses. Everyone knows who All Might is. A flashlight beam begins to get closer. The man quickly drops the glasses to the ground and stomps on them, destroying the evidence Y/n was their savior. Y/n felt immense gratitude towards him. She slumped against the nearest wall, ready to cause a scene. Anything to help these people out. The bidding in the background is distracting.

"SOLD! To the gentleman with the purple tie!" Y/n's heart cramps painfully.

The same man enters the small room. Y/n pretends to fall over unconscious, effectively distracting the man. He comes over to her, nudging her head with his boot. He crouches.

Y/n shoots upwards headbutting the man in the nose. He loses his balance and topples over. Y/n scrambles to her feet, landing a swift stomp to the man's hand. He shrieks in pain and clutches his now broken hand. He crumples to the ground and Y/n slams the heel of her shoe into his diaphragm. The man could barely breathe now. Y/n dusts her hands with a smile, totally oblivious to her surroundings now. 

A second man comes up from behind, grabbing Y/n by the hair. She can't dodge him, can't grab him. He slams her to the ground, placing a knee on her back. He retrieves two zip ties from his belt and secures Y/n's arms as she thrashes, snarling and biting at the man. He is just out of reach, protected by the short range of Y/n's neck. She tries in vain to kick him, but he slaps her across the face, silencing her. A stinging enveloped the right side of her face as it registered.. The burning grew hot, more painful, more itchy. Y/n whimpered and screamed in pain, trying desperately to scratch the feeling off on the ground.

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"GO TO BED, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF FLESH!"

"I hope you die!"

"Hello little girl! Was that your mommy?"

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"No... Not again." Y/n's eyes brimmed and overflowed, racing down her cheeks. They stung more fiercely with the salty liquid. The raw flesh released hellish cries from her pain receptors.